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AThere's a young boy in the queue DNot much else for him to do He's hAad a drink, he's had a few DDown the pub on Hope Street
ADear old lady she's looking thin Got a shDopping bag with your life in AYour old man's going through the bins DSo it goes on Hope Street
ARain on me come pouring down DClean the dirt of this old town F#mTell the sun to come around And shDow his face on Hope Street
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AThere's a flight right down the street The bDetting shop has got him beat ABlew his money for the week Don a horse called Hope Street
ANo old faces out today DSomeone took them all away ACleaning up or so they say The dDirty face of Hope Street
AEveryday I look at you DDressed up in you ties of blue ASaying there's not much you can do To hDelp the kids on Hope Street
AThey don't seem to even care DThat it was you that put them there AYou seem to think they like it there DHanging out on Hope Street